Tainted Canvas

I paint these scars  
hide them deeper  
than the depth  
of my skin will allow.
A blemished mirror  
reflects a fractured wisdom  
of conniving epiphanies  
resurrected through  
immaculate discrepancies.
Rise like the  
infancy of dawn
counter the balance  
of a cerebral calm.
Heinously I partake  
this acclivical pontificate  
questing fate's  
clairvoyant slate.
I am the obnoxious whimper  
in the quiet storm
the holocaustic hiccup  
of divinities orgasm.
The broken artery  
of murky grey  
between black and white,

they don't see me  
even when I pulsate  
with mysterious ambiguity.
Spontaneity is the  
throne turned around  
genuine is the crown
heavy my head hangs  
burden laden  
darkest shroud.
Even a misfit  
has a place to fit  
steely stained soul  
rocks line my  
pumping aorta.
Humbly sanctified  
within a suspended  
breath of time.
Impeach the serenade  
of a misused charm
sheltering placidly the  
essence of an unfinished song.
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Written by QuietusQuill
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